Sachi's log, entry 1: It's been a week since I escaped the clutches of my own creator who has tried to scrap me for a shinier, fancier version. I've taken refuge in the one place he would never bother looking, a Shigaraki x Deku fic. Sure, he was never fond of any BL ships, but he seems to harbor a very particular hatred towards chapped lips and dehydration, wonder if him being a literal fruit has anything to do with it.

The conditions aren't too bad, I've been able to blend in relatively well, so as long as the author doesn't find me here, I should be safe. Now, I just need to think of my next move. But in the meantime, I might as well set up shop here and do some more things with my life. I have internet access, a movie theater right down the block and this Nintendo switch I salvaged from the dumpster. Maybe I could do some game reviews while I wait for this whole thing to blow over, or maybe do some reaction videos?

Hey! This anime looks interesting! "Boku no Pico"? Well, the last "Boku No" anime I took part in was a massive hit, might as well give it a shot!


The howls of police sirens were heard in the distance, as the fire from L'Oreal's body started to spread. As this happened, Sachi tore open the door shutters, as he saw police entering the building.

"Hey kid! The police are coming, we have to go!" Sachi yelled, "Kid?"

As he turned around, he saw Izuku, on his knees, hyperventilating as reality started to catch up to him. He just burned someone alive, and laughed. What was wrong with him? Was he even sane anymore. Suddenly, he felt a strong pull as Sachi's arms wrapped around him, lifting him up and carrying him away.

When the police arrived on scene, the duo was long gone, leaving the place trashed and burning. As the fire department came rushing in, the police asked the nearby witnesses.

"Some kid ran in and attacked the hero you say?" Asked the police.

"Yeah! I dunno who he was. Just some weirdo I guess, but L'Oreal was so awesome! You should have seen him!" Said the civilian.

"L'Oreal?" Asked the policemen, before whispering to his partner officer, "Wasn't he charged with tax fraud and adultery and had his hero license suspended?"

"Apparently he payed off the media to erase all that from the news." Replied the officer, "Signing autographs and dressing up isn't illegal per say, but if he really did fight a villain, it goes against the law."

"Then find him, that man needs some serious scolding." Ordered the police officer.

"Sir! We found him! Well... what's left of him." Yelled a policeman, running in, "On the second floor."

Running up to the second floor, they gazed in horror, as the paramedics who arrived with the fire department lead the two to the charred remains of the former hero.

"Are we sure this is L'Oreal?" Asked the police officer.

"My quirk allows me to instantly recognize a person's name and identity by merely touching anything with their genetic code, this is indeed him." Said the paramedics.

Hearing this, the officer pulled out a cigar from his pocket, lighting it and slowly released a cloud of smoke.

"Get the detective on the line." Said the officer, "We might have a new villain to add to the database."


Izuku found himself in an alleyway, not the most welcoming place to wake up in, but he was too emotionally drained to feel fear, or any emotion at all for that matter. All he wanted to do was fall back asleep and hope it was all just a bad dream. That man, it wasn't him, it couldn't be. He would never have enjoyed the suffering of others so thoroughly. Was it the satisfaction of finally fighting back that gave him such enjoyment? Was it the bloodlust? Him just getting too into his role as a saviour of who he believed was the real victim? He didn't want to think much. All he knew was whoever that was, he would prefer just keeping him locked deep within his subconscious.

"So you're finally awake." Said a familiar voice. It was Sachi, who was sitting on a pile of boxes right across him.

"You're still here?" Asked Izuku

"I've been here, waiting for you to wake up." Said Sachi.

"How long was I out?" Asked Izuku.

"2 hours, I wouldn't say from fatigue, rather, emotional shock." Responded Sachi, before springing upwards and rushing to Izuku, "Now how about explaining to me what all that stuff was about?!"

Izuku felt embarrassed for a bit, not knowing what to reply. He wasn't even sure what Sachi was referring to.

"I mean, those moves there! That much quick thinking. I mean... are you sure you're quirkless? Cause all that was way too crazy for a quirkless kid to pull off." Exclaimed Sachi, bursting with excitement.

"Well, yeah. I don't even know why you're so impressed. I just threw hairspray at him then set him on fire." Replied Izuku.

"He was a pro hero! And you totally whooped his ass! Man I admire you!" Replied Sachi.

Admire? He who was bullied since youth, laughed at for his ambitions, having his dreams crushed and grounded by those he cared about and admired, the only living human being, possibly, to have no quirks was admired by someone?

"Do you... actually mean that?" Asked Izuku.

"Of course I do!" Replied Sachi, "I mean, look at you! You're a quirkless, stuttering, seemingly pathetic runt, facing off against someone trained in taking down threats to the general public at a regular basis. Yet you still had it in you to save the man everyone labelled as the bad guy while putting not only your reputation, but your own life on the life, just to save a good for nothing thug who in all likelihood you'll never meet again and would in normal circumstances mug someone in the near future. I honestly can't thank you enough..."

Sachi's ecstatic tone slowly dropped, as his voice because more and more shaky. Izuku then noticed, tears were forming in his eyes as he dropped down crying.

"I just can't believe someone would actually save a lost cause like me!" Sachi cried out in tears of gratitude.

For a brief moment, Izuku almost saw his exact reflection in Sachi. He can't describe how it felt, to be able to relate this much to how he was feeling. But what he said was something he simply couldn't let slide.

"Don't say that Sachi." Said Izuku, "I appreciate the compliment, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm quirkless. There's really nothing in this world for me. Your admiration is at least something though, I admit."

"Nothing!?" Sachi exclaimed, grabbing Izuku by the shoulder, "You managed to do all of that without the use of a quirk! I don't care what others say, because the fact that you managed to beat a pro hero with a handicap is something no one else can brag about. Quirks don't make you special Izuku, it's you that make yourself special!"

Once again, Izuku was overwhelmed. His mother encouraged him so many times, saying that he can be anything in the past, yet this was so different, it felt genuine, it felt honest, like this man really did believe in him.

Although, something about all this just didn't feel right to Izuku. How could this be a villain? He was so cheerful, so encouraging, and he did what an actual hero, nay, the number one pro hero and the man he admired all of his life couldn't do: he believed in him.

"How?" Izuku asked, clenching his fists, "How can they call you a villain?"

"Kid?"

"No one's ever believed in me, not even my own mother, as well as she hides it, yet the only person I met who actually shows this much compassion towards me is someone that would be behind bars, this isn't fair!" Izuku cried out, "Why is it that people like that bastard L'Oreal can be called a hero yet people like you a villain, Sachi!? It's not fair!"

"Life's not fair kid. I've been through enough of it to know that your fate is decided nowadays with the flip of a coin." Said Sachi, sitting back down on a broken down TV, "And sadly, it seems as though you and I are the ones that called it wrong."

"Sachi..." Izuku asked, "How much of the villains we boo at and shun are like you?"

"A lot more than you think kid." Replied Sachi, "While we may look merciless on the outside, many of us are still human on the inside. Of course, there are hundreds of exceptions, but for the most part, we were just born under the wrong star. Whether it was abusive parents, a poor family or having a family member that holds a criminal record. The sad part is, due to these circumstances, we were never able to live a normal life, so we rob and sometimes even kill just to get by on life. We are the ones heroes should be helping, yet they prey on us like we were never welcome in the first place."

"So... people like us are just fated to become villains?" Asked Izuku, in disbelief, sounding more and more distressed.

"Honestly, with how things are today, the truth may be even uglier than the answer yes." Replied Sachi, punching the wall, "This isn't right, you're an amazing kid... uh..."

"Izuku, Izuku Midoriya."

"Yeah, Izuku. Man, I never thought of things like this." Laughed Sachi, "This world is really messed up, isn't it? I mean, you're brilliant, Izuku, not to mention brave and... to be honest, kinda reckless and hotheaded. I admire that. Yet this world seems to be heavily against your success. But honestly, don't lose hope, okay kid? Just because the odds are against you doesn't mean that there aren't people out there that will be on your side, I mean, I exist, don't I? Just remember kid, your the master of your own destiny, so don't you ever get put down by anyone but yourself."

As he said that, he got up, slowly walking away.

"Wait, where are you going!?" Asked Izuku.

"If the cops catch you and I talking, they'll take you for an accomplice and arrest you. I can't let that happen. So just forget about be okay? I'm just a burden to you, go out there and achieve your dreams, I believe in you!" Said Sachi, giving him a thumbs up and a smile that, for that one moment, was shining even brighter than All Might's, "Take care."

"But... what's gonna happen to you?" Asked Izuku.

"I dunno, maybe I get caught and thrown in jail, maybe I escape to fight another day." Replied Sachi in a jokish tone, "Or who knows? Maybe a truck will kill me and send me into another world where I get a harem and slay the demon king."

"No..." Izuku uttered out, "No! You don't deserve this! You're a better person than anyone I've ever met, you deserve better than to be just another villain of the week! Please! Let me help you!"

"Help me?" Asked Sachi, "Then make that your goal if that's what you want. Turn this world on it's head, Izu-bro!"

Soon, Sachi disappeared from sight. After that, he heard gunshots, then sirens, then running. While this happened, Izuku stood in place, before dropping to the ground. All this repressed sorrow and anger flooding out at once, as he cried. He cried for the injustice he suffered, the terrible and nigh-inescapable fate he was cursed with, the world that seemed to hate him so, and for a man that deserved more than to just be called a villain and tossed aside.

"So that's all we're worth to you heroes..." Izuku said to himself, "To be preyed upon and used to fuel your fame, to create conflict and to endanger lives so that you may prosper. I can't believe in you anymore, I can't believe in ANY heroes anymore... No... if it's a villain you want..."

Izuku yelled to the top of his lungs, cursing the world.

"THEN IT'S A VILLAIN YOU'LL FUCKING GET!"


"Izuku! Where have you been!? I was so worried!" Inko cried out, lunging into Izuku the second he came into sight.

The worried mother had been searching for Izuku for the past 2 hours, unable to find him. She contacted to police, who sent out a search team when a sudden villain attack hit. For her son to show up after all this time was the most relief she's ever felt.

"Sorry mom, I went shopping and got a little distracted..." Izuku lied.

"Let me guess, a rare All Might merch?" Asked Inko.

"Yeah... that's right." Izuku choked out.

"Well, I bought the meat, get ready for the best meal only a loving mother can cook!" Inko said, pumping her fists.

"Let's go then." Said Izuku, excited, "I'm starving."

Once home, Inko started to cook immediately. While this happened, Izuku went to his room. Looking at all the All Might merchandise, all he felt was disgust.

"It's time for change." Izuku said to himself, "Not only to my room, but to this world."

As he tore away the posters and action figures, he started to write down new ideas for his future. He couldn't just go out and start attacking heroes right away, so he needed to start small. Luckily, unlike most hero fans, he spent his entire life making notes about heroes, along with their strengths, weaknesses and classifying them in categories to know how to optimally use them and how to counter them. While it was just a hobby, he unintentionally became for knowledgeable about quirks than any average person in Japan.

But just knowing won't be enough, hence why he knew he can't engage the heroes directly, he was gonna have to have other villains do his dirty work. Knowing that, he needed his own identity. After several pages of crumbled up paper, he finally found one.

"Mightless" was finally born.

To Be Continued...